On Dads, Healing, and Heroes

Sometime last week I got an invitation in my email asking me to attend a special event with Drew Brees and Vicks VapoRub. I realize that people read this site from all over the world, so maybe you don’t know who Drew Brees is. A factual description would tell you that he’s the Quarterback for the New Orleans Saints. That’s a really simplified answer, though. Down here, a lot of people see him as a god. And I am so not kidding about that. I mean, there are Breesus t-shirts.

So it goes without saying that I was going to this event. Sacrilegious t-shirts aside, the Brees family has done a lot for New Orleans and I have nothing but respect for a family that moved here and embraced the city at a time when her future was so uncertain. A lot of natives weren’t capable of that.  The man is a hero in this town, and I don’t get too many opportunities to dine with heroes.

So, I accepted the invite, but man oh man was I nervous. On a list of things I do well, no one will ever write “talks to strangers.” In fact, they’re a lot more likely to write, “babbles incessantly until something uncomfortable slips out and then babble more in an attempt to hide that.” I was pretty sure this was going to be one of those times where I nervous-sweat through my clothes and have to wash my arm pits with hand soap in the bathroom. I mean, not that I’ve ever done that before.

I figured I could go and hover in the background, and try not to make a fool out of myself.

They didn’t tell us in advance what the big announcement was going to be, and at the risk of never being invited to another Internet event again, I prepared myself to be underwhelmed. So often companies have absolutely no clue what’s important to the people who buy their products. In this case I was completely wrong–and I am so glad that I was.

Drew Brees, wife Brittany, and son

When I got to the event I knew that things were officially too swanky for the likes of me. They wouldn’t open the doors for us until we named the event sponsors. There was a buffet of yummy food with lots of carbohydrates and cheese, but also chicken and shrimp and stuff for the carnivores. I got to work classing up the place by shoveling spinach dip in my mouth at an alarming rate. I can’t be the only mom who eats like she’s at boot camp, right? I mean, at any second you could be permanently separated from whatever yumminess you are currently enjoying.

After we chowed down, a spokesperson for Vick’s came out, and then Brittany Brees introduced her husband Drew who was holding their oldest son, Baylen.

The big announcement? Drew Brees is the first man to represent the children’s product, VapoRub, and they are declaring him the first-ever VapoDad. And why? Because Vicks has noticed that it’s not just moms taking care of the kids these days.

Can I get an Amen?

As a mom to a child with special needs, I know that I couldn’t do this alone. And really, I don’t think that I should. I know that some women have to–that’s just the way it goes sometimes–but if women can work full-time, and run corporations, and fly fighter jets, then I think it’s OK for Dads to help with the kids. At my house, my husband is master of the medicines. While we are both capable of giving our children medication, I am incredibly forgetful when it comes to daily routines, and early-on it was decided that my husband would ensure that Charlie receives his anti-seizure medication each morning. Now he also administers a daily dose of vitamins. At my house, parenting is a shared responsibility.

After airing the new Vicks VapoRub commercial–one of those precious things that makes your ovaries ache– Drew walked through the crowd, shaking hands and taking pictures with people. This is the part at most events where I would have gladly sat in a corner and chatted with my date for the evening–my brother. Yes, for the record, I am THAT cool. I was supposed to take Charlie, but he didn’t get enough sleep and had a meltdown when I tried to brush his hair, so that was definitely not going to work. At the last minute I asked my brother if he wanted to go, and he agreed, which is good because going by myself was terrifying.

Me and Drew Brees smiling for the camera

Me and Drew!

So, my not-cool self would have gladly hung in the corner, but I went and chatted with some other bloggers, and I was told that I could ask a question that would be of interest to my readers.

OH MAH GAWD, Y’ALL. This was nothing, but the perfect opportunity to make a fool out of myself. Or sweat straight through my dress–either one.

So then the lovely Megan Jordan of Velveteen Mind fame takes me and Ashley, who writes NOLA Parent, and introduces us to Drew Frickin Brees as “local parenting bloggers.”

Mind. Blown.

Ashley asked him some NOLA-related questions and I asked him about The Brees Dream Foundation–a charity formed by him and his wife. They have a big announcement coming up and I tried  to pry a few hints from him, but it was a no-go. Note: I have no future as an investigative journalist. His manager told us that it would be soon, though. Then there was a little more chatter. I managed to work Twitter into the conversation because I am nothing if not an Internet nerd. Luckily, Drew’s manager jumped right on the bandwagon and no one seemed to notice my foray into Geek Town.

group of mom bloggers smiling at the camera

Mom bloggers

And that was it! We took pictures, I didn’t weirdly babble any more, or dramatically put my foot in my mouth. All in all, a complete success.

I hurried home and gave Charlie an official Drew Brees doll that was included in our event gift bags. Shockingly enough, he actually took a few moments to hug on it. This child does not do dolls. In fact, he’s disgusted by them. I guess it was just a little of that Brees magic rubbing off on things.

boy and a drew brees doll

Later that night as I was wrestling to get both a double stroller and a collapsed wheelchair into the trunk of my Taurus with three car seats, I realized that my life might not be glamorous, but it can be fun.

If you would like to see the commercial, I found it on Youtube.

And because I would never mention a product on this blog that I don’t believe in–even if it is endorsed by Drew Brees– I checked with the boy’s pediatrician and she gave Vicks VapoRub her stamp of approval as well (once old enough).

Friends

I’m supremely bad at mornings, so when the bus driver arrived fifteen minutes early the other day I was in no way prepared for her. I waved her on, called my MIL who was on vacation and asked her to watch the twins, and pushed Charlie down to school myself.

It was a cold morning, so I had Charlie dressed in his fleece and a hat that looks like a Tiger.

As we wheeled into the building, a mom looked right at me and said, “that’s a great hat.”

In the hallway, teachers exclaimed and complimented Charlie on his fantastic hat. A little girl walked up to Charlie and said, “he looks like a real tiger.” Then she put her hand on Charlie’s shoulder and walked like that the rest of the way to his class.

To say that my heart melted would be an understatement.

Boy sitting and looking at the camera

Speaking of melting, I love this picture and could look at it all day.

Notes From the Field

Several people asked me to report back on the vitamin situation, so here we are with over a week of  daily vitamin doses.  I am happy to report that Charlie’s behavior is much improved. It is not perfect. He still bites his arm to let me know that he is displeased with something, but it does appear to be a form of communication and not just random frustration. He still tries to get out of doing his work by biting as well, but again, it’s not random. In general, there has been a LOT less crying and hysteria. He goes to school happy and comes home happy. He’s had no temper tantrums on the bus when he has to wait for the other kids to arrive. He’s had mostly good days at school. Just a few days after we started giving him the vitamins, he had one of the first giggling fits he’d had in ages–a lovely sound.

It could be a coincidence, but I’m going to go ahead and put a hatch mark in the win column. A happy boy is a happy boy.

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I started blogging in November of 2005–not here, but a blog on MSN’s blog platform, Spaces. Spaces was this itty-bitty blogging community and we all read each other’s blogs–they’re weren’t that many of us.

Jenn wrote a blog back then called, “Dating at Twenty-something” that chronicled her adventures in online dating. I wrote about teaching kids in an inner-city school. We’ve been reading each other’s blogs for almost six years now–that’s longer than I’ve had Charlie.

Jenn grabbed an opportunity recently and came down to New Orleans for a visit. I was thrilled and got to see her on three different occasions. For the record, Jenn is a lot like her blog–except I think she’s calmer in person than online. I guess she lets her sass hang out online. It’s always a treat when I get to meet one of my blogging buddies. Getting to meet one I’ve known this long is doubly special.

two girls smiling at the camera

Jenn and I in the Quarter

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You may have noticed that this post is full of Instagram photos. I have pretty much fallen in love with Instagram as I find it a fun way to pass the time when I’m sitting in a waiting room or sitting through a therapy session. One thing I didn’t like, however, is that I was unable to share my photos with people who weren’t on Instagram. I’ve solved that problem as I’m now sending my photos over to a tumblr page. If you’ve never heard of Tumblr, it’s basically a place to stick quick, random things that don’t go in a full-length blog. I’ll be sending my Instagram over there and probably be adding recipes and other random things over there. So feel tree to check it out. It will get updated WAY more than this blog, which I try to only update when I have a coherent thought. I’ll eventually get a button on my sidebar, but for now you can just click on the link at the top of the page labelled “Bird Bits.”

 

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